The One He Dismissed Became The One He Died For novel Chapter 225

Claire kissed him back.

Never mind. Some questions were better left unanswered.

Love or not, it didn't seem to affect their current relationship.

As long as that woman never came back...

The yacht docked, and Claire pulled Miles ashore as he pulled off the blindfold.

His complexion wasn't as terrible as before. He looked stoic, though his lips were visibly darker and swollen—her handiwork.

"I'll go get the car."

Just as Miles walked away, a faint, fragile mewling caught Claire's attention.

In the flower bushes nearby, a tiny ball of yellow and white was wriggling around. Claire took two steps closer and scooped up the kitten.

It was impossibly small, completely drenched, and meowing weakly.

Right then, Miles pulled the car up.

He rolled down the window, and Claire looked at him with puppy-dog eyes, cradling the tiny kitten.

She knew he was a severe germaphobe. There was no way he would agree to let her bring this little thing into Grandview Heights.

"Dr. Zimmerman, can we take him to the vet? I'll wrap him in my shawl, he won't dirty the car."

She fully expected him to refuse, but Miles stared at her for a few seconds before opening the door and stepping out.

He took off his suit jacket and swaddled the kitten inside it. "Hold him like this."

The kitten immediately nuzzled against the palm of Miles's hand.

"Dr. Zimmerman, he actually seems to like you."

At Grandview Heights.

Miles called an at-home pet grooming service, and the kitten was cleaned up.

Holding the little guy, Claire tentatively asked, "Dr. Zimmerman, does this mean you're agreeing to keep him?"

"Yes," Miles said, having changed into clean clothes. "I have a meeting. Go get some rest."

Claire played with Marmalade, who immediately burrowed into her arms and trailed after her like a needy shadow.

His wife? She actually quite liked the sound of that.

By the time the meeting ended, Claire had already fallen asleep.

Early the next morning, she saw a note left by Miles.

He had gone to the lab to assist Professor Thorne with a pathology analysis and probably wouldn't be home that night.

Claire had just typed out 'Got it' when her phone began to ring.

She answered the call, and Alistair Zimmerman's voice came through the speaker.

"Claire, come back to the manor with Miles."

This was the first time Alistair had contacted her since their massive argument in his study.

Claire lowered her voice. "Miles is working overtime tonight. He can't make it."

Alistair issued his command with icy finality.

"If he can't make it, then you will come by yourself."